Chapter 13 Nightmare Town?

The night remains dark.

Zhang Chu, sitting in the quiet room, looked at the wooden man placed in front of him, his eyes flashing with amusement.

Although the Maoshan Nightmare Technique cannot be said to be unparalleled in the world, it is unique in this world.

He spent an entire afternoon carving a wooden man that looked 70% similar to Ling Tui Si.

It's not that he couldn't carve it better, but his skills were a little rusty. Plus, he had only met Ling Tui Si once, so it was already good enough that he could carve it to this level.

What's more, whether the carving looks like the real thing or not has little to do with the Nightmare Suppression Technique. The main thing is that it must have Ling Tui Si's essence, blood, and hair.

And Zhang Chu happened to have Ling Tui Si's hair in his hand.

It was taken down by Ling Tui Si when he attended a banquet at the opening of the charity cemetery.

At that time, I just thought it would be better to be prepared and just be on guard. In fact, Zhang Chu was a little worried about the bottom line of Ling Tui Si, a man who killed girls for money.

It comes in handy right now.

Looking at the night outside, Zhang Chu was not in a hurry. He knew in his heart that although Ling Tui Si was dressed like a scholar and looked very old.

However, as the leader of the Longsha Gang, how could he possibly hold on to the position if he didn't have extraordinary skills?
According to some of the plots he knew, Mei Niansheng's eldest disciple Wan Zhenshan, the 'Five Cloud Hands', was strong enough, right? Wasn't he still cowering under the pressure of Ling Tuisi?

It took a lot of price to deal with a mere Di Yun, and Di Yun was not killed in prison yet.

Of course, Di Yun has the aura of the protagonist, but the most important thing is that Ling Tui Si is strong enough, so Wan Zhenshan doesn't dare to touch the tiger's beard lightly and is hesitant.
You can never be too careful when dealing with this person.

Zhang Chu used corpse qi as the foundation to forge a seed of magic power, which was extremely sinister. Even though Maoshan's nightmare technique was unparalleled in the world, he did not dare to be careless.

If what we did in Nightmare Town backfires, it will be no joke.

Late at night, with the blessing of the altar, Zhang Chu's evil magic power can exert its maximum power.

In front of the Gathering Yin Land, the altar was already intact.

Zhang Chu, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with a Tai Chi pattern, sat on the altar. In front of him was a low table with two quietly burning white candles and a wooden figurine representing Ling Tui Si.

He only intended to teach Ling Tui Si a lesson, not to take his life.

Therefore, there were no swords or knives on the table, only a few steel needles placed there.

Time passed by little by little, the yin energy rose, and Zhang Chu's magic power became active. He was no longer as sickly as he was during the day.

The time has come. Zhang Chu muttered something and made some hand gestures. Several strands of magic power with an evil aura enveloped the wooden man.

"I'll let you feel the pain for a few days first!"

He muttered to himself, then picked up the steel needle and stabbed it into the soles of the wooden man's feet.

"what!"

Ling Tui Si, who was far away in Jingzhou City, was sleeping when he was awakened by the severe pain.

"grown ups,"

The screams also alerted the guards outside, and they broke through the door and rushed in, "Are you okay?"

"Light the lamp first!"

Ling Tuisi gave the order while enduring the severe pain.

The candlelight illuminated the dark room, and Ling Tui Si finally saw the condition of the sole of his foot: there was a pinhole-sized hole on the sole of his foot, and blood was oozing out.

"Look for it,"

He endured the severe pain and said to the servants in front of him, "Check if there are any steel needles on the bed."

"Master, have mercy!"

After hearing Ling Tui Si's words, several maids immediately knelt down.

If there is a needle on the bed, they can't escape responsibility.

“Find it first!”

Ling Tui Si didn't think that the maids would dare to attack him.

Especially these maids were people he trusted very much, otherwise they would not have stayed with him.

"Yes, sir!"

Several maids hurried to look for it.

The guards who rushed in looked at the maids viciously, as if they would be hacked to pieces if they made the slightest movement.

"what!"

Just as several maids were searching, Ling Tui Si screamed again.

"Master, are you okay?" At this moment, both the maid and the guard were panicked.

Ling Tui Si sat on the bed, waved his hands, and lifted up the foot that felt the severe pain: just like before, there was a needle hole on the sole of his foot, and blood was oozing out.

"You guys go down first!"

The severe pain did not destroy Ling Tui Si's sanity. He now understood that this matter had nothing to do with the maid.

If there really was a steel needle, he would have been pricked when he put on his shoes just now.

"master,"

Seeing Ling Tui Si waving his hand, the maids didn't dare to say anything more. They hurried out as if they had been pardoned.

"grown ups?"

Several guards looked at Ling Tui Si with great concern.

"You guys go down first!"

Ling Tui Si endured the severe pain and said something to the guards.

"Yes, my lord!"

As soon as the guards walked out, Ling Tui Si opened his clenched palms: there was a pool of blood on his palms, and a needle hole appeared.

A word suddenly emerged in his mind: Nightmare Town.

Ling Tui Si, the prefect of Jingzhou, was a well-educated man. How could he not know about the dangers of witchcraft and the art of nightmare?
But aren’t those things completely fictitious?

But looking at his bleeding palms and soles, he had no choice but to
"Humph!"

While he was thinking about it, he felt a sharp pain in his other intact hand, and immediately let out a muffled groan, but no blood came out.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was indeed something invisible piercing his palm.

Ling Tui Si's face was full of fear, but he was not afraid of open fighting. This kind of mysterious and spooky means was the most frightening.

The enemy cannot be found at all. So what can he do even if he is very strong or powerful?
It has to be said that Ling Tui Si is a hero.

He quickly calmed down, with fear in his heart, and his mind flashed through the people and events he had experienced over the past decades.

Over the years, he has acted extremely ruthlessly and basically left no trouble behind.

No matter who it is, as long as they offend him, they will be wiped out.

He has no enemies, which is why he can secure his position as the leader of the Longsha Gang and the prefect of Jingzhou.

The art of nightmare suppression is extremely terrifying.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. As long as you take action, there will definitely be traces left. However, no matter how hard he thinks, he can't think of anyone who could have the technique of nightmare suppression.

After thinking about it for half an hour, a figure flashed through his mind, his eyes full of disbelief, "Could it be him?"

"It shouldn't be possible!"

Ling Tuisi shook his head, a little unsure.

"Humph!"

Another muffled groan interrupted Ling Tui Si's thoughts.

Just now he could clearly feel that something seemed to be pulled out from his palm.

As the invisible object was pulled out, a bloody hole instantly appeared on his hand and blood ooted out.

Looking at the blood that kept flowing out, a thought flashed through Ling Tui Si's mind: No! Shouldn't blood have gushed out immediately? Unless the Nightmare Suppression Technique was interrupted or delayed, it would have taken so long for the invisible thing to be pulled out.

In the following time, Ling Tui Si did not feel sleepy at all, nor did he dare to sleep. Who knew when he would be pricked by the invisible steel needle again?

How could he possibly sleep in this situation?
Sitting on the bed, Ling Tui Si endured the whole night without feeling any severe pain. It seemed that the man who was casting the Nightmare Spell had given up.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Sir,"

Ling Tuisi, with dark circles under his eyes, finally felt relieved and was about to catch up on some sleep when his men knocked on the door. "Wan Zhenshan wants to see you! He said he has something important to report."

"Wan Zhenshan? Not found!"

Ling Tui Si said impatiently. He was already annoyed and had no time to see that loser.

What's important? What's important?
"Wait a minute,"

Just as his men outside the door were about to drive Wan Zhenshan away, an idea flashed through his mind, "Take him to the living room and wait!"

Hearing the footsteps fading away, Ling Tui Si tidied himself up and walked out.

(End of this chapter)